You decide to keep walking towards Haumea. It wasn’t worth turning back at this point, after you had already made up your mind. She hears your footsteps and stops in front of a stained-glass window, the softly fading daylight painting rainbows on her skin.
Ouranos’s daughter steps behind her, staring at you with blank yellow eyes. She shifts her fluffy white scarf, covering most of her tiny round face in the process.
You take note of her olive skin and brightly-colored hair and eyes. Those born in the snowy Heather region always had pale white skin and hair, and glittering coal-black eyes.
You realized that you didn’t know the first thing about this child, not even her name.
Haumea turned towards you.
“Oh! Ceres, you have perfect timing. Have you met Mavis?” at the mention of her name, the child stepped away from Haumea, glanced at you, then drew closer to her again.
“I was planning on introducing her to you. The thought just slipped my mind, I suppose.”

“Who is she?”

“Nice to meet you, Mavis.”

“Haumea, I have something to tell you.”

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I think this is a good time to point out that what you say/ fail to say to each character will have an impact in the future
They remember everything >:)

I wonder what direction the story would go if we actually did kill off one of the characters. The only thing that's stopped me from finding out is because I know Aria cares about this and I don't want to ruin it with my desire to kill off characters in dumb ways lol.

“Nice to meet you, Mavis,” you said.
Mavis stared up at you, bright yellow eyes wide as if she wasn’t sure how to respond.
Haumea smiled. “No one else is talking to her. Isn’t that awful? She already seemed so terrified, and no one’s helping her adjust,” she said, sighing. “So I decided to try and talk to her, and introduce her to everyone else. She doesn’t actually seem to talk to anyone but Ouranos, but she isn’t hiding when she sees me anymore. Or you, for that matter.”
Mavis seems to have already tuned out of the conversation. You still smiled at her just in case she was paying any attention.
As far as you were aware, not a single other member of the Celestial Alliance had a child, or was even married for that matter. You weren’t sure how old any of them actually were, since the Sun Queen granted eternal youth to those she appointed. But they were all certainly old enough to have children. Maybe it was a condition of the Sun Queen’s blessing, along with the change in name.
You turned back to Haumea.

“Haumea, you should come with me to see Ouranos.”
Her eyes widened. “Why do we need to see him?”
You explained your idea to her. How it was worth a shot to try and bring her along with you if you were going to the Sun Kingdom.
She froze for a moment, her brow furrowed.
“I can't see that working,” she stated.
You sighed. It seemed like you would need to try harder to convince her.
“But,” she continued. “I think I’ll trust you, Ceres.” she smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile too.

You and Haumea walked through the winding hallways of the Celestial Hall, making your way towards the tallest tower. As you ascended the staircase, you could almost taste the magic in the air, painting your vision with a sheen of calm. Mavis wove in and out of sight, following behind you.
Once you reached the door of Ouranos’s study, you paused for a moment. Your eyes traced the paintings that adorned each side of the moon-white door. Each one depicted the bright blue sky.
You knocked on the door, and for a moment, there was no response. You held your breath, fearing that he wasn’t there, then the door flew open.
Ouranos sat cross-legged on a chair at the far end of the room. As you stepped in, he brushed papers from his desk. He looked up, an ever-present soft smile on his pale face. His long snow-white hair fell around his shoulders, tinted by the blue lamp above him.
You thought he looked like he was in his early twenties, although appearance was never helpful in telling the age of someone with eternal youth.
A painting of a woman with messy white hair and tan freckled skin hung above him. Your eyes lingered on her brilliantly smiling face for a moment before you turned back to Ouranos. His melodic voice filled the room: ”Ceres, what brings you here? I thought people your age were naturally disposed to avoiding work.”
Mavis dashed forward and hid behind his desk.

You hesitated for a moment. There were so many thoughts swimming around in your mind, crashing into each other and forming anew. But you supposed you had time to ask all of them, right?
“Is Mavis okay?” you asked.
Ouranos’s smile didn’t waver as he answered. “It depends on what you define ‘okay’ as. Is she technically ‘okay’ in this moment? More okay than when I first met her? Of course. But I suppose what would suffice as ‘okay’ is different for all of us, no?” he said, his pale blue eyes glittering.
You stared at him blankly for a moment. Complete honesty in exchange for roundabout, winding answers was a fair enough trade, you supposed.